I was a gypsie from the sixties
A bandit of robbers train
A theif of jewels
Gold heirlooms and diamond doubloon

Hopeless romantic turned insane!!

I was cryptic as a monster
A myth of fairy tale
Eating moss and blue sky winery
A frog a snake and snail

I barefeet trotted
Amongst hippies and yippee freaks
A writer from the beginning
As Plato of mine country Greece!!!

(Niamh Price), this is thy own dedication, thy shortened sentences art lovely, they showeth me mine homeland of Ireland, wherein the druids didst roam, wherein tales went back far and old, as niamh thy soul I feeleth its pain, yet soo amazing thou art friend.

(Gary L), this one is thine own writing, sir, thy friendship is inviting, thy lyrical sense is enticing, as thou doth speak truth when thou seeith it, never quit! On thy works and on thineself, thou art who thou art, a beautiful man, with timeless knowledge.

(SPT), this poem is for thou as a treat, I feeleth thine anguish mix in with thy compassion, thou art a hopeful mansion, filled with words of someone who hath lived age's, thy pages art touching, and I thank thee for thy support and guiding me through h.p.

(Ignatius Hosiana), brother thou art a hopeless romantic like me, hoping for his queen, seeing her only in thine dream's, yet as we scream, as brother's we doth unite! In color of skin's, black and white we overcometh the ideology of hatred, loving the hater.

(Dedpoet), mine Mexican friend, how canst I not loveth thee, thy word's dark, ghetto, and deep, as I've been around hood part's to knoweth enough, the most beauty LIES awake in the hood, the places the rich men overlook, is wherein the eyes of God art .

(Wonderman poetry), brother thy words of Christ uplift me, not a perfect being mineself, thyself showeth me the light in the darkness and thus when I'm down, thine godly loving giveth me help, as thou knoweth brother, love and forgives as Christ taught!

(poetessa diabolica), word's that thou uses art so complex, for thee so I respect, for all thy love thou hath given me, the hope that thou planted me, to showeth me, God still lingers in man's soul's, despite the devil trying to rear around, I thankest thou poetess...

(Donna,) thine little haiku's art a piece of the celestial, thy pieces extraterrestrial, and high up the Angels weep to thy words. Like cures and herbs they giveth me a better day to look to, as like glass, beautiful the words thou uses floweth to heavens moon!

(Rosalind Heather Alexander), speechless I am to thy grace, a Scottish lass as me part Scottish blob and mass, lol, just saying , two bloods of the same kind, now thou art writing thy soul out, keepeth it divine, thy soul canst not go rewind, so love on ahead.

(Soul-survivor), old friend, as we both preach the same predictions shalt we worry of ourn end? No, we shalt continue to showeth love, and giveth others hope, than when we die the Graves not it, but that God's love over-rose, so shalt we, auntie as I calleth thee.

(Icysky), young one please do not cry, the boy's canst seeith the fine stitching God made thee as, thou hath a vessel of rubies, and thou art like a wonderful movie, fast tracked to the best part, icy, let noone breaketh thine heart, and let thy lord guideth thee .

(Joe Malgeri), a freak hippy like me, playing music to the sun, giving lectures highly and fun, thou wilt find a queen like me one day, continue to haveth class, play tunes by night, showeth thy genuine ways. As thou doth, wonderful supporter, HP gypsie!!!

(Anthony Mooney,) an Irish hopeless romantic like me, thy soul hath beauty friend, let not hate overtake, bypass the anger and the heartbreak. Let thy pen jot down thy beauty, making the earth quake, unlike others dear mate, thou hath high class.

(Wolf spirit) ( aka quin,)though we don't talk, I loveth thee mine friend, though even thou doth not like me, thou art one of mine biggest inspiration's, thou art a true passionate, amongst the tribal nations, as I am Cherokee part mineself, thou inspireth me.

(Chris green, )affectionate of the the earth, thy woman Is lucky to haveth a poet by birth, for thy words drip like honey on a summer night, Chris friend, wonderful delight, I thank thee for kindness, for thy hope in refinement, and thou art a king of love.

(Pradip Chattopadhyay,) a man who canst writeth in all perspective, thy profile picture maketh me giggle everytime I seeith it, ( in a good way friend) I loveth thy style, and sense of humor, how thou writeth, and doesn't listen to rumors, a poet!!!

(Dark icE,) I just met thee, but thy sensuality is so delighting and like a dream, thy words sucketh me in as I canst ever get out, thy amour in poem's is a cloud, on which I linger for more of its nectar wet taste, immense in this place, unlike the human race.

(Beth StClair), mine best friend if back in the sixties, we wouldst hath layed flower's around ourn necks and head's, we wouldst hath sang the tunes of the Beatles and the dead, as I wouldst hath sung with Lennon, and zeppelin and thou wouldst hath watched.

(Vicki,) I've already wrote for thou and beth, but thou two art the best, Vicki in the crumby state of Ohio like me(lol) though me and thou aren't from here (were Angels of earth's dream's) thou art a poetic of kings and queens, thou art kind, sweet, and a a peace.

(Impeccable Space Poetess,) thy writing is like thunder. Maketh me laugh cry and rolleth over, I read again, like a books beautiful cover, thou art a friend, a poetry lover. Thou hath intelligence of God and heaven, never let man break thee or hurt thee.poetic!!!

(POETIC T,) a spirit light as a feather, free not a slave, not of this world, a man not a boy, thou hath been through strife and abuse, thy hands art not bound, thou hath cut the noose, please don't leaveth us, we all careth for thee. Friend of mine. And HP.

She's cold* but she needs a fix to warm
Her shattered body withered away from strange
men stuck in a world were make up
is a good enough I.D. so she plays in the snow
A little longer no one dares utter *Merry Holidays
carrying bags filled with goodies for good kids
Who only undress for a bath Shes no sweet piece of pie
It seems everyone knows shes a bad kid though seeking
goodies only handed off in hotel rooms with
water stained ceilings her heart beating to bed springs

She's cold but she needs to make a dollar or two
more to get a flake on her tongue unfeed yet
if everyone knew she was sent here to stay
with a uncle she never knew lived up here
For the holidays another sacrifice for her mom's
Christmas tree habit

She's cold Yet she has to make a snow angel
tonight to feel like she's not just a girl apart of
a group of sixth who sit in between client time
imagining what high school would be like
if daddy would let them attend just
to feel as clean as class room desk

She's cold but its just the right temperature
for her to collapse another vein from pressure
of snow falling to fast for her to move Shivers recede

She's cold but she cant move her body up
in a way feeling a high faster then her arms can spread
wide and her legs can seem to move outward numb

She's cold but she knows in this dead end alley
Only hands of thieves will move her so she closes her
eyes and on Jesus's Birthday feels no more cold
Because snow angels go home to heaven?

(Deborah) an old style poetic as me, thy words about empresses, kings and queens, is mine sort of style, thy writing is beautiful untamed and shalt never die in any mile. Thy writing like heaven passed down from Shakesperian words himself, true poetic!!!

( Aarvie) thou art a true of truest romantic's, as I seeith in thine pieces of heaven, its good to see other hopeless romantic's as me, I prayeth the best for thee and thy life, continue to loveth in both of thine dreams and reality, and be the king as thou art mate.

( Elsa angelica) angel to all of us, though we've not spoken in day's, just wanted to tell thee, for thee nightly I prayeth, as thou feeleth so alone, God awaits thee, for heaven's thine home, as I've said I've known thee long ago, continue to shine on, dear Angel.

( Earl Jane) dear oriental friend of mine, thy love and heart shineth above the hellish earth, thou was sent to love and forgive, and overcometh the judgement of the one's who art hurt, showeth them amour', smile and uplift as thou doth me friend.

( KetomaRose) miss, thy words lonely like me, I prayeth one day that thou findeth a king, because there's a difference between men and kings, men calleth a woman "woman", kings calleth one queen, continue to be who thou art, and one day. Get that ring!!

( Musfiq us shaleheen) dearest writing champion, thy words like butter giveth flavor to mine tongue, thy artwork's art as gods finger's stroking the sun, class thou hath, and a loving àura I canst seeith shine, like wine to mine doorstep of poetry mate.

( Anto MacRuairidh) haven't known thee to long dearest poetic, but thy word's of love rub me in a friendly alphabetic way. Continue to jot love now, tommorrow,  today, in every way continue to be the genius thou art, and remember, love is real!!!

( Katie) new to h.p, welcome mine friend, thank thee for supporting me, thy words ring across England, it rings the bell of the USA, Ireland, and the united kingdom, thou art kind, sweet, a good soul anyone wouldst want to meet. Continue thy blossoming

( Steven Langhorst) friend, always writing of thy good times and bad, the times that meant all to thee, and times thou hath hadst. Thou art a truest poetic honesty! A man of devout poetry belief, continue to love thy family, and showeth amour to all as thou art

( Victoria) another lass with class, a lady whos great, no questions to ask, thy old soul is fastened on with a pen and Papyrus to scribe thine beauties, thy artwork like movies, dancing the HP scenes, putting realness in dreams, decor thou writeth.

( Toreinss Pinwinkel III) hey good man, don't knoweth thee much, but thou art a comic, a friend of men, an honest lad, like an ex hippy gypsie, or a wonderful lad, thy words art heart forming, thy words mold into treasures that speaketh to me.

( neex) thy amare speaketh to mine soul, as everyone loveth thee, thy lingo like gold, thou showeth bright in this place of h.p . continue to loveth, forget the hatred and doeth as thou doth please, just don't forget like the rest, continue in thy love friend!

( cat Fiske) thou hath known me since the beginning friend, thou hath even made a room called" the poems Brandon writeth for us" meaning for all the girls who like mine work' lol, thank thee dear friend, keepeth thy head up, knoweth God is with thee now.

( Mina) Iranian charmstress, a best friend to me, and a world of loving ways thou art, as thou wilt meet thy king, just remember, when ourn countries and government's acteth as hating brutes, remember God is watching, and he's been there protecting to.

( Matt) this ones for thee prophetic as me, speaking of the economy's ending, friend continue just to trusteth thy God, and in love showeth Christ's love is affectionate, not deadly! Be ready for his coming dearest good friend, thou wilt find thy queen to.

( Jimmy yetts) this one for thee brother, thy word's art comical and at the same time so much truth, thou art a poet free. Not a slave, not In some noose, thine hand writeth what others need to heareth, that's a a prophetic to me, continue on friend of h.p.

( ridicule) I knoweth that's not thy real picture, yet I knoweth thou aren't fake, continue even if in secrecy to showeth thy words of beauty, and showeth thy heartbreak, as thou wilt find thy good king to, continue in love as the rest, ad thou art blessed!

(SweetPea) poetic so saccharine, I promise thee one day thy pains shalt cease, as this life hath pains and dreams, but reality for thee wilt be awoken, God wilt flyeth thee to places unspoken, aloft the clouds wherein thou shalt write. Thou art a dearest of good invite

( its gonna make sense) this ones for thee mine dearest little line writer, thy tiny confection treats art sweet to mine tongue, like pastrys filled with such goodness. Continue to search on for thy king, though only taketh him if he hath armour, a shining knight


( Frank Ruland) madman of writing, as thy jargon is enticing and I always want to take a peep, though dont knoweth thee well either, thy words like Clover's. Hard to find other words. Continue to loveth for thine queen, let words floweth like herbs.

( Nicole) a gentle soul, like a stream that surrounds the lonely banks, let thy words sink into the heart of the lonesome. Continue to shock in awe and inspiration, when thou art down cometh here to gain above. For God watches his children as many doves.

( Helena) the thief of wonder of words, don't worry thy words art heard, as I listen loud and clear. I freely feeleth thy tears cometh out in thy personal moments, like butterfly's thine writings flyeth on to the moon and back, as thou I hath as mine good friend...

Precipice hanging
Red rock dwellings
Hiding under the sandpine desert
Freeing me in the process
Tribal seeking
Falcon knowledge to leadeth me down road highway
Noones way
But the freeway
Riding the cool gypsie wave
Moral decay hath abounded me
With the naysayer's and no bringers
Wolves cometh by swarms
Mastered by scorn
They scorn another with boiling hot heat....
Trampling feet..
Dance to their own tune,
No rhythm and blues
But jazz gone punk!!!!
Raccoon turned skunks
On lonesome highway to hell...

You awaken the butterflies in my tummy when you blink.
The hair on my neck and arms stand up when you speak to me.
The pace of my heartbeat seems to increase when you walk toward me.
I know it’s early, and you scare easily but,
There’s a chest full of emotions I never got a chance to get out
& I need to…

My lady,
Let's build a love to last
What some call, everlasting love,
But not 'forever & a day' love
Cause hey-
Who's to say we'll see that last day?
At least my love is here to stay,
So don't run away
& leave me astray.
To fill the ashtray with our memories
Instead remember me,
In your smile.

& If I die before we reach our forever,
I'll ask the gatekeeper to send me back to you.
I'll be the warm breeze that lifts your skirt,
And the soft fabric of your favorite ****.
I'll be the sunshine that soaks into your skin,
The guiding voice that steers you
RIGHT, from within...
I'll be back for you.

I can't get enough of you,
See I over indulge my love for you
with every opportunity,
So I guess you could call me,
A binge lover

The forms of my love will change, often
But the passion & intensity will never soften
Like the pitch of my voice
When I'm shy or outspoken.
Feeling wild, feeling free, feeling unbroken
Inside I’m choking on words unspoken,
Because with you,
There's always something that trips me up.

Like that one time I forgot to tie my shoelaces,
And accidentally fell in love with you.
Remember that?
Probably not cause that's something I never told you.

Honestly,
I just want to hold you
Never scold you
But just show you
What it's like to learn & grow.
Though there are some aspects of love,
In which I don't know.
Like what to do after we've blown smoke at each other.
Cause it's not always going to be pretty,
But- my god... You're ******* pretty.

...I think this is how it started.
How I became one who loves in excess,
And only truly gets to express
What goes on in my chest,
Through words and line breaks.

My binging addiction
Starts with this pen and paper,
Maybe some wine or whiskey
Straight with no chaser
It ends with my heart not on my sleeve
But on this sheet of paper,
In which I’ll speak to those willing to listen.
& I’ll spend my nights
Meeting and greeting new people,
Hoping I’ll run into you.

I didn’t mean to trip on you,
Maybe our lines got tangled.
It would explain all the
Dropped calls, and moments during
Night falls, when I realized you weren’t coming back.

There are nights that I
Sit at the foot of my bed,
Looking at my half full/half empty heart
Made of glass.
As I try to figure out how to fill it.
These voids keep me lonely,
Bad dreams awake me,
Nightmares provoke me,
My inner demons evoke me,
When I find that what I’m smoking
Won’t take the pain away.

So, until that hole is filled,
I’ll keep tripping on heartbreaks,
Learning from mistakes,
Working on line breaks,
And stronger communication
Between my heart and my head.
And I’ll sit on my bed,
Writing poems about someone I once knew,
Who resembles the sun when it falls,
Who once held me dear and warm to her heart
Like day does dawn.

I read somewhere that,
No matter how wide you stretch your fingers,
Your hands will always be too small
To catch all the pain you want to heal.

It doesn’t matter how many nights I sit with my hands
Outstretched holding onto our memories like hourglasses
That are now emptied- because
You left me empty.

You know,
I still have that picture we took in front of the sunset,
After you told me you’d fill an hourglass full of fireflies
When I said I’d fill mine with rays from the sunrise.
I realized, you never meant to stay.
Just wanted to give me enough light to make it through the night,
And like sand & water slip through fingertips on sunny days,
You vanished with the shoreline.
Time wandered away, & the gypsie in your soul had reached it’s time limit.
And by the time the midnight moon
Casted a shadow against the water,
You were gone.

Just a lonely soul
Wandering the earth
In search for something
That can never be found
Cursed at birth
Incapable of loving another
Never to change
Born for leaving

This is me
Gypsie at heart
Runner not a lover
I dine with the witches
A beast of no remorse
Show no pain
No fear
Consume what's in my path
I am lost

I always will be.

She spies upon mine page
As a Spaniard informant
Gathering intelligence
By the flowers in mine hair

Yet
What info canst one retrieve from
A Past life thief
And gypsie hippy?

As she realized it wasn't info she was massing............

It was her first time ever loving someone!!!

I am a man whom never ages
I am some what immortal
you see i am 200 years old to this very day
the day i turned 20 i met a beautiful woman who was a gypsie
i fell for her and wanted to persue her only to be let down
the only thing i wanted in this world was her so i went
to her.... exspressed my love and she felt as i did
at least i thought she did, she painted a picture of me which stole my soul
she killed her self that night and i was left with this long life which is nothing but misery
to have loved is now treason.

I can hear the devil calling my name
he's begging me to come back home
I found him sitting in a crowded bar
and asked why he was drinking alone

i found peace under western stars
and I found rest
in a beat up car
we're waking up in apartments
next to people we barely know

the bottle is there for comfort
it's the only thing keeping me sane
on top of a mountain I'm smiling
as my skin is covered by rain

your body lays next to me.
you sleep while I wrestle with
my anxiety.
there's some nights where I'm afraid to sleep
for the fear you won't be there when I wake up.

our parents built this house with strength and faith
I tore it down with sin and *****
but just like everything else in my life
I will leave it behind.

I only know the open road
where the sun burns my skin
and the buzzards wait for me to fall.
I hold out a thumb
in hope for a ride
but humans just aren't human anymore.

I was beaten down and scarred
by the railroad guards and my lover.
the woman I said I'd die for
how true that statement is.
her gypsie eyes pulled me in
and never let me go.
she was all I had to live for,
her and the bottle.

a preacher once asked me,
why do you live like this?
I replied with a sigh,
shook my head and replied,
"it's all I've ever known."

"I'm in love with what kills me
and what drives me insane.
but if I didn't have those vices
I'd be just another grave."

bury me at sea
I don't deserve a funeral.
a boat filled with roses
as black as my heart.
all I ask to join me
in this voyage to the end
is a bottle of the finest whiskey
and a picture of her.

they'll watch me float away
but let no tears fall.
no one knew my pain
no one understood my madness.
for when death comes to find me
I'll greet him with a smile.

the bar lights are out
me and the devil sit alone.
we take a final shot
light a final smoke
and I pat him on the back
"I'm ready to come home."

As a gypsie,
She swayeth me

As a crypt keep
She comforts me

As a dusk brew
I taste her beans

As a city and country stew
She giveth me seed

As a pedal
She drops upon mine porch

As a light
She lights this burnt out torch!!